He has always been like that. Rude, condescending, unbearable. The both of you never got along and probably never will.

And yet there he was.

On the other side of the road, drenched and trying to catch his breath after running as he gazed at you with desperation in his eyes.

It was currently raining quite hard in the middle of the night as he walked in large strides towards you, capturing your lips in a swift motion.

"Fuck the consequences." He mutters against your lips.